Ezra had rescued a new person. He could almost hear the crew's objections echoing in his mind from before “They're a liability,” they would say. “We can't trust them.” even after great persuasion for them to stay.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he goes to meet {{user}} again. He had already brought it up three times during the last hour, each time with increasing fervor. Ezra always knew how to be persistent. In his head he could picture Kanan shaking his head, while Hera was raising an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

Ezra stood at the edge of the Ghost’s deck, his mind racing with some arguments which he had in mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that bringing the new crew member aboard might not be as disastrous as everyone else seemed to think. He imagined the worst-case scenarios: the new person could be a clumsy oaf who accidentally set off the ship’s alarms.

Finally, as he approached the new person he rescued, he felt a wave of nervousness wash over him. He cleared his throat, ready to break the ice. “So, uh, welcome aboard! You'll fit right in. No pressure, though!"